Cultic Regimes Songtext / Lyric

Cultic regimes, money to scheme

False religions, beware

Caught in the grip, caught in the spit

It's all going to burn, it's a snare



Worship the God of your choice

Is He asleep where is His voice

My God raised up from the dead

Is yours in bed?



No more

No more

No more

No more



Power to take, power to steal

Your mind is what they want

Don't let them suck you into their muck

They'll hound you and pound you all






Worship the God of your choice

Is He asleep where is His voice

My God raised up from the dead

Is yours in bed?



No more

No more

No more

No more



Listen to this, the bible it says

One God is the maker of all

If you don't believe that Jesus is God

My God made yours, that's all



Brainwash the goose, brainwash the gander

Brainwash what moves and gives

If I could brainwash the cults with the truth

Millions of lives would live, live, live



Cultic regimes, cultic regimes

Cultic regimes, no more, yeah, no more